Thaaku !!!

25 Oct

Was chatting with my Dad and Mom the other day and the stories of my escapades came up. These included the times when I was “delayed” coming back home from swimming to the time I was caught playing at the pinball arcade (all these call for their own separate posts).

I then asked my mom for the earliest incident she remembered. Her first recall was when I was two.

We used to live in Kolar Gold Fields (KGF) at the time. Dad had this Java motorcycle that used to carry the family around. So one day, the three of us have made the long trip from KGF to Bangalore. It was evening and mom said I was tired of the travel and sitting on her lap.. extremely cranky.. (I was 2 years old !!!!)

Once we were in Bangalore, Dad stopped at the MG Road-Brigade Road junction. As soon as he did it, I said “thaaku” (baby talk for “saaku” or enough)… got down from the motorbike and headed down Brigade Road (the first of many future walks) …mom had to run after me and retrieve me…

I think thats when they realized they had a challenge on their hands…

They recounted a few others that had conveniently escaped me. Am saving that for future writes.

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13 Responses to “Thaaku !!!”

  1. praneshachar October 25, 2007 at 8:23 am #

    great memories hats off to your mom and eagerly waiting for opening of pandorasbox
    looking forward for the future posts on this particularly

  2. Ramesh October 25, 2007 at 9:04 am #

    Nice story!! We will never say “Thaaku” to your great stories…..keep it going!! you had your sights on Brigade Road even at 2 ?!!

  3. Seshagiri October 25, 2007 at 10:49 am #

    This reminds me of my thatha (my grand father)..wen i was 2, he used to come home and tried to bribe me with goodies and I used to pamper myself with them…But wen I got tired I would say – byaadha (beda or “dont want”)…to that my thatha would say…bidhu (bidu or leave it)….to this day ( I am 24 now)..my thatha calls me BYAADHA BIDHU!

  4. Cuckoo October 25, 2007 at 12:21 pm #

    That was very cute !!

  5. Terri October 25, 2007 at 3:23 pm #

    I used to visit a close cousin of mine in KGF for a few years. I have wonderful memories of the colony they lived in. No traffic, huge yards will eucalyptus trees swaying in the wind, distant mountains as a backdrop, mica stones gleaming in the dust, and a clubhouse the residents used to hang out in. I treated their place like a resort.
    Even though the residents of the colony are scattered around the world today, they somehow stay in touch – bonded by memories of growing up in a small town, I suppose.

  6. neela October 25, 2007 at 4:50 pm #

    baala bhaashe eshtu madhura…tunde-taayiya kivigaLige.

    nim baalyada nenapina blogs ge yaaru thaaku annolla.

    waiting for the sequels.

  7. BPSK October 26, 2007 at 3:32 am #

    funny and scary. ‘Brigades’ was relatively sleepy those days and the traffic not as bad, but still pretty crowded. Java motorcycles, a phrase I have not heard in a long time 😉

    BPSK

  8. Vijay October 26, 2007 at 5:15 am #

    @praneshachar: more on the way
    @Ramesh: Future Planning
    @Seshagiri:funny…
    @Cuckoo: Thanks.. blush.. blush
    @Terri: KGF had a great club..I still remember the houses there.. large with big grounds.. and you are right about the the people still being in touch..
    @Neela:It is
    @BPSK: Impossible in today’s world

  9. travelsaga October 26, 2007 at 2:46 pm #

    Hey, just wanted to say Hi and that I’m back after a long hiatus from blogging…do check out my blog when you get a chance. BTW, love the ‘thaaku’ story, waiting to hear more…isn’t childhood precious, both for the parent and the child?

  10. Vijay October 26, 2007 at 2:50 pm #

    @TS: Wonderful to hear from you again. Glad to see you B2B (back to blogging)

  11. Seshagiri October 26, 2007 at 2:58 pm #

    Just got reminded abt my exploits as a child – I am told I was really addicted to the “feeding bottle” till i was about 3-4 yrs. which is quite bad I guess or I am told! and interesting (or funny I shud say) part of this is – I used to call it (bottle) – BAAKU…dont ask me why! But i just used to…And my uncle was so irrittated with my addiction that he snatched the BAAKu from the poor little kid (that’s me ;)) and threw it into the “charandi” (ditch)!! But who do u think had the last laugh – obviously me…My father just couldnt take the torture of “BAAKU BEKUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU” that he got me a new BAAKU!!

  12. Veena October 29, 2007 at 6:08 am #

    That was so nice…. Great memories !!
    Now Nikhil version of the story… (on the streets of singapore ?)

  13. Chitra November 22, 2007 at 3:46 pm #

    This was a cool write-up. You and your walks! LOL

    I appreciate your mom more and more with each of your stories! 🙂

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